Navalli sat on the smart walker, the collar of his coat cocked up, covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes and a dark red and scarred forehead outside.

The electric smart walker slowly moves forward at a speed of three to five meters per second, and under the control of a simple assisted AI, it passes past black or brown skinned pedestrians and arrives in a green park.

In the middle of the park, a terrace was built, and on the terrace, a dark-skinned man was holding a microphone to tell the people in the audience. Behind him, a banner hung on the terrace with the words "UNITY BLOCK" in capital letters.

The hundreds of seats in the audience are basically filled, and most of them are dark-skinned, black or brown, with only a few Caucasian people mixed in, which is very abrupt.

And the black people who were supposed to be singing RAP and were very noisy, but at this moment they were all rarely listening to the narration of the people on the stage, and it was rare to see that the venue was full of quiet and harmonious atmosphere.

Navalim silently made his way to the last row of the audience, and only there were still seats available. A Latino woman who looked to be in her twenties had listened to the audience with reverence, but at that moment she noticed Navalli's arrival, smiled brightly at him, and bared her snow-white teeth.

"Navalry, come, here."

She beckoned to Navalli and guided him to her side, carefully removing the chair next to her so that Navalli could sit side by side with her in the walker.

"Julia, how long has Mr. Masip been talking?"

Navali asked quietly, lowering the collar of his coat. But the woman named 'Julia' did not show any disgust for him when he showed his face, but leaned to his ear and whispered:

"Don't worry, we're just getting started."

As she spoke, Julia smiled, strands of hair brushing Navalli's ears and looking back at the terrace.

Navali felt his ears itch and heat a little, and he knew his ears should be red without looking at him.

To divert his attention, he also cast his gaze on the terrace.

The man on stage named Masip, whose voice kept falling into his ears:

“…… Today, in the United States, whites account for 83.9 percent of the total wealth, compared to 49.7 percent of the total population. From this chart, we can see that white Americans account for the vast majority of the country's total wealth with less than half of the population, and whether it is black, yellow, or Latino mixed-race people, the wealth distributed is far from commensurate with the proportion of their population, which leads to the phenomenon that ethnic minorities are at the bottom of the social class......

“…… In an effort to ease ethnic tensions and obscure key issues in the distribution of wealth, the country's leadership and upper echelons have enacted policies that appear to be fair – or even too fair. For example, skewing college places in favor of blacks; Promote a nationwide 'BLM' movement, which restricts jokes or casual ridicule against skin color with extremely strict legal and moral concepts......

"However, most of these skews are deducted from motivated Asians; Rather than touching the deepest notions of discrimination, the BLM's movement and the issue of color jokes have instead borrowed an escalating social situation to conceal the deep discussion of black rights and status quo under a superficial level of extreme respect......

"What is the end result? That is the mutual harm and hatred between black people and other minorities in the United States, which has led to the existence of the root cause of all this—the white upper class is hidden behind the curtain of 'racial hatred' and 'mutual harm at the bottom'.

“…… We must not ignore the problem that black people, with 13% of the population of the United States, create half of the criminal cases in the United States; Latinos are 3.1 times more likely to serve prison sentences than whites...... We must not shy away from talking about ethnically distributed crime rates, as many white people have done with the deliberate exaggeration of the 'BLM' movement – avoiding the issues of crime, drugs, and single-parent families related to minorities. Avoiding facts will not subside the mood among the people, but will only create deeper and deeper estrangements and cracks between them...... We must go deep into these problems, because only by going deep can we find the causes and solve them. Are blacks born to be criminals? Are mulattoes born stowaways and dishwashers? Are yellows inherently 'leaderless'? No...... That is the acquired cause of the accumulation of culture, wealth, and historical background.

“…… So, that's what we at Solidarity Neighborhood have been doing all along—to address the education and wealth of minorities at the source, so as to fundamentally disrupt the country's innate social class distribution...... Today, the Solidarity Neighborhood association has spread across 18 slum neighborhoods in Los Angeles, uniting nearly 100,000 minorities. In the communities benefited by Unity Blocks, crime has been reduced by 80 per cent, the street environment has been greatly improved, and the original sewage ditches and garbage dumps have been renovated – and there are no more crowds of criminals and addicts. Inspired by our concept of 'equality at the root', the joint-stock enterprises set up by the 'Unity Block' are paying dividends every year, and the income of residents is rising.

"In addition, we have opened four elementary schools, two middle schools, and sent hundreds of outstanding minority graduates to Ivy League schools across the United States – more than half of whom are in science and engineering, and now work for the world's top tech companies, and many have returned to 'Solidarity Neighborhoods' to renew the fight for minority wealth equality......

"In the 20 years since the establishment of the 'Solidarity Blocks', these neighborhoods have gone from being feared barren places to secluded places of birdsong and flowers, and from places with only black clinics and pharmacies specializing in nerve drugs to fertile ground with more than 10 regular clinics, where the sun shines through and where people of all races can work together. Isn't this proof that it can be successfully transformed?

“…… I am convinced that if Unity Block continues to move forward, the world that Pastor Martin Luther King Jr. believed in will eventually come—as Unity Block literally means—that 'unity' and 'equality' will finally tear apart the false 'freedom' that is now based on the abyss-like distribution of wealth, and bring us true freedom and a future! ”

Masip's speech is over.

There was thunderous applause in the park.

Even Navalli, inspired, gently raised his hand and slapped it once or twice.

But what he pays most attention to is the woman next to him.

He saw that Julia had sat up from her seat excitedly, clapping her palms and scribbling tears across her cheeks as clear as smoke crystals.

Navalli watched dumbfoundedly.

For a moment, I was extremely obsessed.

……

Masip's presentation took a lot of time, but it took him even more time after the lecture was attended by hundreds of questions and enthusiastic exchanges.

It wasn't until he finally finished speaking, that he came a few steps in front of Julia and Navalry, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled apologetically at the two, and was about to speak, when a woman dressed in a professional suit suddenly came over, took the microphone, and asked Masip excitedly:

"Mr. Masip...... I'm Catherine from the Los Angeles Times, would you be interested in accepting—"

Masip turned his head to look at her, frowned, and resolutely refused in a gentle but irreversible tone:

"I'm sorry, but you Los Angeles Times have done an unfair story about Unity Neighborhood in the news, and I've long since decided not to have anything to do with the Los Angeles Times."

"But I don't—"

Before Catherine could finish her words, Massip had already stepped firmly past her and came to the two of them.

"I'm sorry—Navalli, Julia, you've waited a long time, haven't you?"

Seeing Masip's performance, the reporter sniffled, stamped his foot in disgriet, and could only leave the side in a huff.

The sudden arrival of the reporter did not make any difference, and Julia looked with reverence at Masipp, who was about fifty years old in front of her, although his sideburns were slightly white, but the contours of his face were still angular, and his eyes flashed with a gentle but powerful look.

Julia looked at him and shook her head:

"No, no, Uncle Masip, I'm still recalling what you just said—that's a great point!"

Navali also nodded, and echoed sneeringly:

“…… I am inspired. ”

Masip shook his head, smiled dumbly, squatted in front of Navali, took out the stethoscope from his arms, listened to his heartbeat, and then took out professional instruments such as blood pressure monitors and breath meters from the medicine box next to him, and tested Navalry's body:

"Navaly, have you been having trouble breathing lately?"

He pondered for a moment, then half-crouched to Navali.

Navali touched his chest:

"Sometimes it's a little uncomfortable...... But it's much better to get some fresh air outside. ”

Masip nodded:

"No wonder – your chest is dilated from an old injury, and your lungs are dilated, and your bronchial tubes are affected – I'll prescribe you a few more pills, and you go home and take more. In addition, you can use a walker to get out and walk more...... If you don't want to go out during the day, you can go to the park at night. ”

Hearing Masipp's words of concern, Navali gave the man in front of him a grateful look and nodded solemnly.

"I see, Mr. Masip."

The man he called "Mr. Masipp" was the one who rescued him from the garbage dump more than ten years ago.

More than a decade ago, Navalli, who had been abandoned by Westea City Hospital because he had no medical fees, was found next to the garbage dump by Julia, who was about the same age as him at the time.

As a result, he was treated by Julia's adoptee, Masip, who was in his thirties at the time, and adopted into his own home.

Macicept is a black man, but a rare black clinical doctor. He graduated from Johns Hopkins University with a degree in clinical medicine, and is an outstanding graduate in his major, with top three grades in the same period, which can be said to be an extremely rare existence in the history of black Americans.

However, although he became the elite of blacks, he did not enter the upper class like other blacks who became upper-class and secretly cut off from the same race, and married a noble black or a lower-level white man-

After graduating, he turned down the offer from the Mayo Clinic and returned to his hometown to the slums of Los Angeles, which is commonly known as the "black neighborhood", vowing to transform the poor neighborhoods where minorities gather, and wanted to transform it all from the root – so he founded the "Solidarity Neighborhood", the organization mentioned in the speech just now.

As he mentioned, from the very beginning of its establishment, the "Solidarity Block" decided not to obsess over political issues such as the so-called "focus on minority rights", but was determined to change the social environment of all minorities, including blacks, from the long-term impact of education, economy and other social attributes.

In order to do all this, he founded an association, opened the first regular clinic in the neighborhood where he lived as a child, adopted many minority children who had lost their families, went to neighborhoods, preached his ideas in front of each family, and gathered people to establish elementary and middle schools to provide new strength for future careers......

Today, while Masip has not touched the entire United States, or even the whole of California, he has at least a strong prestige and influence in the slum communities of Los Angeles.

And the career that he has been inspired to embark on since the moment he returned to his hometown has already entered the right track and has made great progress.

Looking at Masip, thinking about everything related to him, Navalli had nothing but reverence in his heart, because it was this man who saved him and gave him a second life.

Although he doesn't have a deep understanding of Masip's concept of "unity and equality", Navalli is willing to join in – at least, he wants to give his own support to the two people who matter to his life, Julia and Masip.

After Masip's consultation, just as he put away his stethoscope, Navalli took out a bank card from his bosom and put it in front of Masip:

"Mr. Masipp...... That's half a million dollars, my most recent job. Let's use it as a start-up fund for the next school to be built. ”

Looking at the bank card handed over by Navaly, Masip did not accept it, but glanced at the card and looked at Navali with a slightly scrutinizing gaze. Julia next to her frowned even more, staring at Navali:

"Recent work? Navali, you won't ...... again."

"Don't worry, teacher—I don't do that kind of thing a long time ago. This is my recent earnings for finding and submitting code bugs to big companies in the industry, just like security inspectors. ”

As he spoke, Navalli shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be relaxed, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart: when he used his computer talent to travel on the dark web, he found out that he could actually make money by exploiting the loopholes of Internet companies, and he didn't know what his psychology was, so he actually told Mr. Masip and Julia about it.

Julia was raised by a teacher who shared similar values to him, and she returned to Solidarity Neighborhood after graduating from Yale University's sociology department to help with her teacher's work.

There's no doubt that since Unity Neighborhood is determined to reduce crime among minorities, both Masip and Julia are sensitive to the possibility of breaking the law.

Therefore, after hearing Navaly's statement, they were very serious, and told Navalli that they could not use such violations to make money for three days and three nights - Navali could only agree with tears in his eyes, and promised that he would not use illegal things to make profits from now on.

Although the knot between the two was temporarily untied, since then, Masip and Julia have been particularly sensitive to Navalli's money making money through computers, and Navalli has also to be careful to hide that he is still expanding his income channels through the dark web.

- However, for today's $500,000, Navalli has been prepared for a long time.

He smiled at the two of them, held up his phone, and showed his collection records — including those of Google, Microsoft, Facebook, Netflix, and other major companies, and it was indeed Navaly's income through the apparent "code mercenary" channel.

So, after relieving the two of them and persuading Navali with remarks such as "I still have a lot of savings" and "I can make $50,000 a month by outsourcing", Navali was finally satisfied, and Masipp successfully accepted the money, sweating slightly on his forehead.

However, looking at Masip and Julia's somewhat shocked eyes, Navalli still had a hard time in his heart.

"That's 500,000 of them...... Then I transferred more than 20 million USDT to an overseas bank through BTC trading, and I can't explain the source - if I want to hand it over to Mr. Masip, what should I do? ”

It's too difficult to think about it.

Navali didn't want to bother with it anymore.

He sat down in the walker, said goodbye to the two of them, and left.

As he was leaving, Navalli noticed uniformed figures flickering in the shade of the trees in the park—but they were soon gone.

It was a trifle, and Navali didn't take it to heart.

He took control of the walker and soon returned home.

……

Single apartment on the third floor, familiar living environment.

It's a world where there is only one person, and the excitement you feel in the park during the day, and the eagerness you hear speak, like a voice from another world.

…… It is indeed the existence of another world.

Navalli lay on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her face still reminiscent of the touch of Julia's hair that she had felt in the park during the day—gently brushing on her ears and cheeks.

Immersed in his imagination, he reached out and wanted to grab it.

As expected, the only thing that can be caught is air.

Navalli opened his eyes.

All I have in my eyes is a deep inferiority complex and nothingness.

He looked out the window.

In the dark of the night, the sky is dotted with stars, and the rumored gods inhabit it, and I am afraid that the same is true of "Tezcatripoca".

Recalling the hazy memories of his youth, Navalry's lips turned into a wry smile.

“…… Could it be that the god of fate guided me to America in order to put me in the situation I am in? ”

By now, Navalli has taken that vague memory as a fantasy that was in harmony with the scenery he was in and the causes in his heart.

…… As for reality, it's so cold.

Navalli rolled up his bed and tried to fall asleep. But just then, the phone next to the pillow buzzed - it was Julia's phone, and Navalli had set up a special prompt, so he didn't have to pick it up to know it was her.

Navalli picked up the phone as fast as he could, and then he heard Julia's trembling voice in a suppressed cry:

Navali ...... Uncle Masip was suddenly arrested by the FBI - supposedly for murder! ”

(End of chapter)